The door to Joey’s bedroom creaked open. He lay there, eyes shut tight, fearful that the sounds in the night were a monster, and that it was coming to get him. His breathing quickened as a shadow fell over the bed, and the warm breaths of the thing were on his cheek. He clutched the sheets, doing his best not to scream, but when something hot slid over his face, he couldn’t help it. He let loose with a mighty cry.
Joey Clarke stood in his walk-in closet and stared at the package he’d smuggled into the house. God, he longed to—
The door opened, and his twin sister, Jenna, stepped into the room, holding the phone she seemed to have glued to her hand.
“Seriously? You don’t knock? What if I was naked or something?”
“I’ve seen your ass before, Joey.”
He cringed. “Would you stop calling me that? We’re not five anymore. Joseph is better, even Joe if you have to.”
That made her laugh. “Since when are you too old for Joey? It’s your name.”
He closed the closet door and took a chair at the desk. “Maybe it’s time I grow up. I’m sixteen now.”
Jenna put the phone into her pocket, then stepped up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
Thank you all for coming along on the ride. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I liked writing it.
Now, Huey has one more surprise for Dex, and it’s gonna knock his socks off.
So Dex knows what Huey is, but where’d he come from? And why can’t those who created him do anything to Huey?